The Buddha Amitābha - by
Without joy there can be no salvation
/ and without love there can be no joy.
Without joy there can be no salvation
/ and without love there can be no joy.
before the door opens and the pony crashes in with hoof-dirt and flicky
/ muzzle. You ordered eggs and toast but Pony’s…
The thing about poetry is you have to keep doing it.
People have to keep making it.
The old stuff is no use
Once it’s old.
In to thir dirk and drublie dayis,
/ Quhone sabill all the Hevin arrayis
/ With mystie vapouris, cluddis and skyis,
/ Nature all curage me…
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